Read Poem: WHO TOLD YOU TO GROW UP?, by Ashlee Bell Caress

Crisscross applesauce, where do I begin?
Ask, Ash’e’s ashes, while we all fall around the ring of roses.
Peter’s piper told me little Miss, still sits on her bridge that’s falling down.
Wishing upon twinkling stars.
Be nimble and quick, don’t fiddle diddle down the stream Miss little.
Remember, rock a bye went Mary on the hilltop after Jack fell down and couldn’t stop.
Apparently, he broke his crown and all the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t help put him back together again.
Honestly, I laughed when that bough broke, to see such fun.
I ran away with the spoon because we were happy…and we knew it.
Weeks later we clapped our hands and out came the sun.
I said, “did you ever see such a sight in your life, as silver bells and cockleshells?”
He said, “Yeah, but only after I met the farmers’ wife.”

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